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Don't Eat Bees!This story starts as a sketchbook of the authors' real bee-eating German Shepherd, though she tried to teach him to leave the bees alone, he would not obey. The book follows Dale into an imaginary dream world, his life as a bee-eater who must choose between eating bees and raiding their bee hives in exchange for his eternal rewards.

Today I took Sam with me on a field day on my outdoor beat. Sam is a beautiful Border Collie who lives with three Greyhounds that are rescues. Sam is going to be the featured dog hero in a book series under my Bow Wow Detectives® imprint. I'll announce the title of that series at a later time.

We hiked to the river, and Sam helped me solve a couple little mysteries in our time outdoors today. Sam seemed to enjoy our time sitting by the river watching the river flowing by, listening to the sounds of the blue jays, a passing eagle, and the sounds of all the other birds.

Sam was with me to help discover eagle nest nine, one I wrote into my journal as a new nest today. Not much activity going on for such a warm January day in Minnesota!

Today I went back to work on my Struggling for Existence Documentary. This is astory told from personal observations that shares wildlife facing their challenges to live, their interactions with each other, how they cope through the seasons, man vs. nature, ethical and illegal trapping, poachers, baiting, illegal hunting and fishing. It's a documentary that I've been working on since 2005, starting with my firstgiftof a powder blue bullet shell casing, and over time, at least another one hundred strategically placed spent shells and bullets, countless recordings of guns going off within feet of me, weird men lingering around my vehicles, and worse. The game seemed to be to get me to report the strange incidents, discredit me in every way possible. I guess it worked, but I stand, still, knowing God saw it all.

The shells were propped in front of my daily stops, interfering with, and changing the shots I took daily on my Walk the Burn documentary. Placed as a marker, usually before they cut the

Thank you for your constant encouragement and timely words to begin my year four of the bald eagle project.

My uncle Festus died last night. The last thing I expected for today was to be heading into the woods. I expected to be packing my truck and heading south.

Now that the day has almost passed, looking back, I would almost think my uncle Festus was with me and Donny. I will miss you Festus. You know I loved you. May you watch over me on this year four project.

I started out today with just the intentions of scouting. Instead it was a record day for photo opportunity. Donny (my bodyguard), he watches over me, him and Paul, but today he was my good luck charm as well.

I went with the Mayor Donny to scout a new nest in the pair of eagles territory. His wife Judy had spotted it a couple days ago. Yesterday I got a call from him asking if I knew about this new nest. He told me I better come down and check it out. My eagles would expect that.

Of course, I had to come down to the eagle project area. I had to just see if my eagle pair was building a new nest, or was there a possibility one of their eaglets had returned and were building?

I picked Donny up at his house and we drove the short distance. Sure enough, there was a new nest. I noticed it as I took a bend. I may as well say this now. I am purposely leaving out location details, and roads, and landmarks. I am doing this for the protection of the eagles, and myself. I've had my share of unwanted crimes while trying to do a project I feel is my plan from the Lord, but mostly, it's to protect the eagles. Reporting crime tends to bite you in the backside.

This new nest was unoccupied, but newly laid, fresh sticks told me someone was building there, and that someone was likely in the area now, gathering more sticks.

I wanted to show Donny a couple other nest locations I'd been watching. On the way, I spotted, to my amazement, a migrating pair of trumpeter swans who were likely en-route to Monticello, Minnesota, to join the thousands of others who will be passing through Minnesota over the next several weeks.